I made up the whole world just to love you again.
What if the person who loves you is yourself?
Shen Jianwei's world is composed of three colors: the paleness of the ward, the purple-red of bruises, and the gray-black of burned out hope.
Until "she" appeared, that perfect lover named Cheng Zhao was like a bright light, illuminating all her embarrassment.
"She" taught her to hold herself tightly and also taught her to embrace her desires;
"She" takes her around the world and tells her: "You deserve all the colors."
"She" accompanies her through confusion, telling her all her past experiences and trials, giving her the confidence to go any distance.
In "her" love, Shen Jianwei gradually pieced together a terrible truth: "she" knew everything about her, "her" handwriting was the same as hers, and "her" pain resonated with hers...
And every look "she" looked at her was a silent farewell.
"Go forward, don't look back. I'll be waiting for you in the future."
This is a grand, tragic, and carefully designed self-deception.
When the dream comes to an end, who is the one who needs to wake up?
Concept: Any love is an extension of self-love
